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the other night i realized (more of) the reason(s) why i don't drink or do drugs.
Matt and i were bored and decided to chill. colin called and said there was a party in boca and we (matt and i) should go. i hadn't been to a party in quite some fucking time so i told matt we should go so we went to colins house to pick him and his girlfriend up.
i hadn't seen colin or his family in forever. i was stoked! we get there and i talk to his dad and sister and colin called me to his room. i go in and its darker than what im used to. colin says hey and he seemed "different." i met his girlfriend (nice as fuck). things were cool. like a slap in the groin, colin lights up a cigarrette! what? no way! colin used to be more edge than me back in the day! he used to frown upon smoking! ok! whatev! choices are choices. i'm nobodies mom. split seconds later colin asks his girlfriend for a beer. WHAT! you have to be fucking joking! at this point im spell bound. the thought of colin EVER breaking edge totally elluded me!
Before i continue let me make something !!!CRYSTAL FUCKING CLEAR!!!:
in no way what-so-ever does this even remotly change my positive opinion about colin! Colin is a VERY VERY VERY good friend of my who i've known for quite some time and will support for as long as i live. colin and i get along very well and share alot of similarities!
let me continue. we go to this party. everyone there is significantly younger than myself. ok, cool. i meet some nice guys there. new friends. old friends. later on in the evening, matt, myself and some other kids go for a beer run (because me and matt are the only ones who are old enough to drink) matt and i go in to buy some shit and i go back into the car to chill. so im talking to this kid. he's loaded but still cool. whatever. the normal conversation begins:
"hey man. You want my extra beer?"
no man im cool. i dont drink.
"what? are you straight edge"
not really. i mean yeah i guess. whatever.
"dude, that's crazy. how old are you?"
23.
"and you've never drank or did drugs?"
nope.
"wow!"
(ok! how hard is this to grasp. wait here is what set me off a little...)
"how do you hang out with Matt but dont drink?"
(what the fuck?)
ok, so we head back to the party and by this part of the tale, everyone is hammered. wow! apparently its been a really long time since i've partied! we're outside smoking cigarettes and bull shitting when this kid comes out with a bottle 1/5 filled with Cap'n Morgan.
"drink this" said some kid to richard.
"what is it?" said richard
"its Captain"
"oh ok."
richard drank most of the bottle. the kid took it like a champ. i give him credit (nice kid too!). the party went on. i mooned a window, hit colin in the head with a shovel, colin broke a wire thing in the front yard, talked. it was cool. fun party!
"some kid(whos name i can't remember but he had met me before)" came back outside to inform richard that the bottle he had drank was infact URINE and not Captain Morgan! whoah!
richard must have been bombed. how do you not know? how does that work? richard got a little pissed and let it go. these are his friends. he's gonna get 'em back!
i was just personally shocked. these events brought me back to when mom used to drink alot. it's really crazy when you watch people from the other side. i myself sometimes wonder why i have never even attempted to drink or for that matter do drugs. i take that back. i guess i know most of my reasons.
does this mean i frown upon the use of drugs or alcohol? ABSOLUTLEY NOT. do what you want. i will never judge! EVER! let's face it: the vast majority of my friends do these activities. i'm not saying that i'm offended or what-have-you. all i'm saying is that these events made me think. call me uncool or lame. i don't care. to be honest with you, i'm crazier than any drunk/cokehead/stoner will ever be.
i guess in the long run i just want my friends (and i guess others) to be safe. some people know thier limit. some people don't. that's scary!
i worry to much. here i am talking about the goodwill and well-being of others while i type this blog (that no one will read!) sick as hell and randomly stopping to try to breath without puking again! that reminds me: i need to take some nyquill and go into a coma before i cry in more throat related agony!
g'nite room! g'nite MOON! g'nite cow JUMPING over the moon.
Matt and i were bored and decided to chill. colin called and said there was a party in boca and we (matt and i) should go. i hadn't been to a party in quite some fucking time so i told matt we should go so we went to colins house to pick him and his girlfriend up.
i hadn't seen colin or his family in forever. i was stoked! we get there and i talk to his dad and sister and colin called me to his room. i go in and its darker than what im used to. colin says hey and he seemed "different." i met his girlfriend (nice as fuck). things were cool. like a slap in the groin, colin lights up a cigarrette! what? no way! colin used to be more edge than me back in the day! he used to frown upon smoking! ok! whatev! choices are choices. i'm nobodies mom. split seconds later colin asks his girlfriend for a beer. WHAT! you have to be fucking joking! at this point im spell bound. the thought of colin EVER breaking edge totally elluded me!
Before i continue let me make something !!!CRYSTAL FUCKING CLEAR!!!:
in no way what-so-ever does this even remotly change my positive opinion about colin! Colin is a VERY VERY VERY good friend of my who i've known for quite some time and will support for as long as i live. colin and i get along very well and share alot of similarities!
let me continue. we go to this party. everyone there is significantly younger than myself. ok, cool. i meet some nice guys there. new friends. old friends. later on in the evening, matt, myself and some other kids go for a beer run (because me and matt are the only ones who are old enough to drink) matt and i go in to buy some shit and i go back into the car to chill. so im talking to this kid. he's loaded but still cool. whatever. the normal conversation begins:
"hey man. You want my extra beer?"
no man im cool. i dont drink.
"what? are you straight edge"
not really. i mean yeah i guess. whatever.
"dude, that's crazy. how old are you?"
23.
"and you've never drank or did drugs?"
nope.
"wow!"
(ok! how hard is this to grasp. wait here is what set me off a little...)
"how do you hang out with Matt but dont drink?"
(what the fuck?)
ok, so we head back to the party and by this part of the tale, everyone is hammered. wow! apparently its been a really long time since i've partied! we're outside smoking cigarettes and bull shitting when this kid comes out with a bottle 1/5 filled with Cap'n Morgan.
"drink this" said some kid to richard.
"what is it?" said richard
"its Captain"
"oh ok."
richard drank most of the bottle. the kid took it like a champ. i give him credit (nice kid too!). the party went on. i mooned a window, hit colin in the head with a shovel, colin broke a wire thing in the front yard, talked. it was cool. fun party!
"some kid(whos name i can't remember but he had met me before)" came back outside to inform richard that the bottle he had drank was infact URINE and not Captain Morgan! whoah!
richard must have been bombed. how do you not know? how does that work? richard got a little pissed and let it go. these are his friends. he's gonna get 'em back!
i was just personally shocked. these events brought me back to when mom used to drink alot. it's really crazy when you watch people from the other side. i myself sometimes wonder why i have never even attempted to drink or for that matter do drugs. i take that back. i guess i know most of my reasons.
does this mean i frown upon the use of drugs or alcohol? ABSOLUTLEY NOT. do what you want. i will never judge! EVER! let's face it: the vast majority of my friends do these activities. i'm not saying that i'm offended or what-have-you. all i'm saying is that these events made me think. call me uncool or lame. i don't care. to be honest with you, i'm crazier than any drunk/cokehead/stoner will ever be.
i guess in the long run i just want my friends (and i guess others) to be safe. some people know thier limit. some people don't. that's scary!
i worry to much. here i am talking about the goodwill and well-being of others while i type this blog (that no one will read!) sick as hell and randomly stopping to try to breath without puking again! that reminds me: i need to take some nyquill and go into a coma before i cry in more throat related agony!
g'nite room! g'nite MOON! g'nite cow JUMPING over the moon.